I love you, Aria. You look so pretty in pink. Stop ignoring me, princess. Playing hard to get, I see. I hate it when you braid your hair. Stop biting your lips you'll hurt yourself. The messages flash one after another on my screen, each one making my chest tighten and my hands tremble. My phone buzzes again, the vibration rattling against the nightstand like it's mocking me. I can't bear to read another word. I throw it onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, my tears soaking through the fabric before I can stop them. I want it to stop. I want them to stop. It's been like this for months an endless stream of messages that swing between sweet and suffocating, between playful and threatening. And every day, I feel the invisible noose tightening. I'm scared. I'm so scared. I can't tell my dad. He already has enough to deal with especially with no heir to take over his business yet. I can't be another problem on his plate. But the truth is, I'm drowning. The worst part? I have no idea who it is. No face to match the words that haunt me. No name to put to the shadow that's watching me. But I know one thing for sure... He is not going to stop. And I can't handle living like this anymore...

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?

Gemma isn't what you would call normal. With a genius IQ, a not so great home life, and a hard time staying in tight spaces, the girl's got a few issues. She never thought that she would be saying that a new issue was four older brothers she had no idea about. Brothers who thought she died twelve years ago? But not everything is as it appears with our lovely little Gemma; same with her new brothers. Nothing is as it appears, it seems. With a past worse than expected at first glance, literal demons that can bite them in the ass, and a couple of plain grouchy Starbucks attendants, this will be one crazy ride. But will this ride destroy the family or bring it back together? Don't look at me, I don't know. You'll have to read to figure that out. (The chapter titles are in Portuguese but the story is in English, I promise you).

Aria Moretti has been through tragedies that no teenager should have to suffer through in their childhood. When her abusive foster parents are arrested, Aria finds her father and 7 brothers who have been searching for her since she was kidnapped at the age of 3. Also, they live in Italy. And did I mention they are the Italian Mafia. Aria's past holds secrets that affect the entire Moretti family. Secrets that not even Aria knows about herself that will be uncovered.

How can people be so similar yet so different? How can situations be strange yet so familiar? Twins Amira and Aurora were put under the custody of their mother when they were five. So much has happened since then. But what was the worst was the loss they've experienced. The sadness one of them has felt and the pain she has endured. They live for each other. They have their contrasts and their similarities. But one thing for sure is common. Priorities. The first priority is their other half. Their twin. But what happens when the situation leads them back to their brothers who were left in their biological father's custody? What happens when they finally receive the sibling love they couldn't give each other yet they both craved? What happens when they are forced to escape their own bubbles and experience what true care and affection is? And along the way, they discover the contrasting similarities, that help them heal and discover a different kind of love yet so similar. TW: Mentions of Abuse, Death and Schizophrenia.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐄𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝...𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭," 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. Born into a world of wealth, privilege, and expectations, there's Eira Thorsen, a talented ballerina with dreams of securing a place at one of the world's top dance companies. Her life is a carefully curated performance-perfect hair, impeccable posture, and her unspoken drive to succeed. Her passion is her poison and it is only a matter of time before it kills her and behind that polished and impeccably orchestrated veneer of hers, lies a yearning for something real, something unfiltered. "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐙𝐞𝐤𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. Ezekiel Beckett is a different story. Smart with the side of an addiction. Smoking, the only way he knows how to cope, his home away from home, the only way he can deal with his life crumbling before his eyes. Ezekiel is the exact opposite of Eira, broke, struggling to make ends meet and look after his sister all whilst stuck in a constant spiral of a habit he couldn't seem to break or escape despite his wit shining through the haze of his addiction. His rough edges and turbulent life seem worlds away from Eira's poised existence but somehow, they make do. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. Later... 𝐒𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨.

Kiara Hendrix walked away from the only man she ever loved because loving him meant losing herself. When Yurii Bolosh became Pakhan of the Fedorov Bratva, the man she loved disappeared behind silence, blood, and an obsession that consumed him: uncovering the truth behind his familys' deaths. The higher he rose, the further he slipped from her grasp. He stopped choosing her. Stopped letting her in. So she chose herself. She walked away before his hunt for justice buried them both. But Yurii never stopped searching, not for answers, and most especially not for her. Now, pulled back into the same orbit by loyalty, the marriage of their bestfriends, and unfinished love, Kiara finds herself face to face with the man she left behind. He's more powerful. More dangerous. And still undone by her presence. She knows she should stay away. Because Yurii Bolosh does not love in halves. He never has. What he gives, he gives with teeth, with blood in his mouth and devotion. And that terrifies her. He tells her he will respect her distance. That he understands why she left. That he will not touch, will not ask, will not beg. But restraint has never been his strength. And as the past claws its way to the surface and vengeance inches closer to becoming reality, Kiara must decide what frightens her more: Walking away from the man who still knows her heart like the back of his hand. Or staying long enough to find out whether she was the one meant to save him from himself or if she was always destined to be the thing he would lose last.

"No, please ... not again" she prayed. That tune. Soft. Familiar. Haunting. She turned slowly... her breath caught in her throat. There he was. Standing in the shadows, just beyond the emergency exit. "I'll follow you wherever you go" "No," she whispered. "No, no, no, shhh, Meera, calm down. It's just a hallucination. Just a hallucination. Just-" She broke into a run, blind and desperate, nearly tripping over her own feet. And crashed straight into something - or rather someone. IZRAEL'S FIAMA

"I'm sorry, my love... but I would do it all over again if it keeps them alive." He held her trembling body close and whispered as he buried his head in her hair. Serena lay half conscious in Theodore's arms, her body trembling, terrified of the man holding her together after being the one who shattered her apart. "He saved his family from death... by turning the woman he loved into a living grave." If you want a book that will make you cry like a river, then welcome. Let this story ruin you the same way it ruined me.

She stood, a smirk curling her lips, her gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. "You may command the world, Lucifer, but I know how to set that very world on fire." Lucifer's eyes darkened, a dangerous glint sparking in their depths. He stepped closer, his grip firm as he pulled her into the shadow of his power. "Then burn me, Fiore," he whispered, his voice like smoke and sin. "I'll worship the ashes."